Aftermath Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

The potential laughter that deviates from your swollen emotions, and the attachment to the wellbeing that you once experienced, are gone, lost, abandoned, traded? ? ? ? Only a radiance of shallowness and forsaken truth, are what projects out of you and swallows me whole, unstable compounds that make up the matter, trapped inside of your bedazzled mind, are mixed and ignited with hurtfulness, causing a supernova of your inner soul, and breaking the sence of compasion that you once held, causing the blackout of my emotions, and the aftermath is unbearable.